I turned to see Mark leaping around the hallway like a man possessed while Susan sat on the floor, looking dazed.

I blinked, turning to Rebecca. "What did I miss?"

Rebecca, her face expressionless, replied, "Oh, you missed Mr. Aniston kicking Ms. Susan Collins across the room."

Mark's panicked cries quickly attracted a crowd.

With so many people around, there was no place to hide.

Even Mark spotted me and ran over as if I were his savior, clinging to my neck and wailing.

"Help! Help! There's a ghost that looks just like you!"

I was not quite sure what to make of this.